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Intrusives

A poem written by me. A whirlwind of thoughts, a cycle of memories, deja vu and procrastination. Which will win over and disable our mind today?

POETRY!

Dihaan

3/19/20241 min read

My mind works in strange ways,

The cogs turning endlessly, repeating time over itself,

Linking screws in a ceaseless attempt,

To fuse together the past and present,

Memories melting together, shattering to shreds,

Only to be glued together again

By the tears of countless entities

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t delusional

I’m losing my mind

To hate what millions have,

Is my 9-5 job, I’m overworked

And overwhelmed with the beef I cause

Between my conscience and my impulses,

Ranting on forever, an eternal Karen

But then who is the manager, and who the worker?

All fused together by the past and the present

And perhaps the future plays a part too,

Melting on my tongue like a bitter pill

All I know is that I know nothing,

I am nothing,

Nothing in the rotation of the Great Perhaps